The NYC Nomad on 14th between B & C (in the East Village)
My third trip (if you include Alphabet City) to the East Village started with one of the more unpleasant moves of this project. I was deceived by both apartments being on the East Side (but each quite far from the subway) and the cold was brutal. It was a short week (Sat - Thurs, as I ditched the aerobed for some skiing in Park City, Utah).
I’m writing a bit more, and here is something I wrote about that Sunday move.
Moving is never that fun, but I didn’t think it would be so bad this week. The move was from the Upper East Side to the East Village – unlike last week, I was staying in the same borough. I, however, was deluded by the word East in each neighborhood’s name. It was a brutal move, one of my worst yet. I stubbornly insist on taking the Subway whenever I shift neighborhoods. I like the looks on people’s faces and the comments people often make about my collection of bags and the tennis racket sticking out of my backpack like a halo. But today it was cold. And I mean really cold. Each host lived a good 10 minute walk from the subway so I got to fully experience the numbness from losing my gloves the week before. The subway was really busy –I couldn’t sit down or even take my bag off. Usually people are intrigued, but today they were annoyed.
The destination was the East Village to live with Donald for 4 days, a friend of a former co-worker. I knew him a little bit. I arrived and as is often the case, when I get there I’m excited. Donald opened the door, and exclaimed “the Nomad.” He took a picture. I was sweating, which seemed impossible in the frigid cold, but completely logical after I realized I had just hiked up 5 flights of stairs. I’ve gotten into the bad habit of making assumptions about apartment numbers. Donald’s was 19 which I thought meant he was on the 1st floor, maybe the second. No, he was at the top.
Don immediately explained to me an architect is the owner and he really maximized the space. The requisite over sized flat screen TV for a 30 year old single guy was there, and there was a nice kitchen. I didn’t care what the place looked like as long as I could get my backpack off. I put my stuff down, strategized a place where the Aerobed would fit and asked to take a shower.
With Donald, a friend of a former coworker. It was fun to hang out with Don. He seemed to have a genuine interest in my project and some of the experiences I’ve had. I gave him some recommendations of the best restaurants and books I’ve come across in my travels. He plays the guitar quite well, and supposedly may write a nomad song (I’ve been promised this before from others as a testimonial).
Cafe Pick Me Up - This has to be one of the cheapest breakfasts in Manhattan at $5 for Eggs, Toast, potatoes and a little salad. And good coffee, too.
Mercadito Cantina - Sadly this place is closing. Kind of surprising given the food is expensive, but it is reopening as an event space. EV Grieve has more if you are interested in community boards and why the restaurant is closing.
Chicken - Don is a cook and he cooked for his friends one night. I came back and had a taste and it was excellent.
Stuffed Cannolis (the Italian in me says cannolis shouldn’t be flavored, but these changed my mind). I brought some to a party and I think most would agree.
Whitman’s - The Juicy Lucy is a burger with oozing pimento cheese in the middle of the burger. The cheese is sandwiched between two 3oz patties and the patties are sandwiched between hamburger buns. It was delicious, but next time I go I’ll try the Peanut Butter and Bacon Burger. They have milk and warm cookies for dessert. We used a Scoutmob deal which is fast becoming my favorite deal service. I like their copy - “mobiled deals for the local curious.”
at Ace Bar, with some of Don’s friends to play pool and drink cheap beer.
Tom & Jerry - not really the EV, but we went to a friend’s birthday party here. I think Don even got a date out of it. See, hosting the nomad has its perks!
St. Dymphas - GREAT spot - NY Mag gave it a 10 of 10 ; went here after Whitman’s on I think the coldest night of the year. Warm and cozy, with a band that decided to play a third set. I met a couple of Don’s friends, one of whom is quite the brewer of beer. I’m hoping to get to sample a bottle when I stay in Bushwick.
Great week! Always is in the East Village. Check out the nabe list and if you don’t see your neighborhood on the list (and even if you do), email me to host!